Affection bloomed as something tender and innocent.
Like a periwinkle or an indigo bunting amongst rock.
So delicate and pristine it nearly hurt to look upon it..
And for her.. It hurt to feel it as well.
He had come to her out of nowhere.
Erupted out of some foreign abyss..
And instantly, she was rapt.
Eyes glued to him as though he were a precious gemstone.
Rare and magnificent,
And all the more so when the sun touched his brow.
Just as a labradorite, his soul felt dark and smooth on the surface.
Though when a bit of light touched it..
It glinted with a deep, blue brilliance that reminded her of the ocean.
Of riveting depths she wanted to sink into forever.
She imagined lying, curled tightly against him, beneath the boughs of hemlocks.
The side of her face resting against his chest.
The tips of her fingers softly grazing the skin of his neck..
And lulled by his scent,
Tranquillized by the steady beating of his heart..
She would sleep more soundly than she ever had.
Encased in walls of sweet-smelling pine,
She believed nothing would disturb them.
Nothing but the symphony of crickets.
Or the far-off croon of an owl..
Possibly the nostalgic croak of a lonely bullfrog..
Sounds they both loved..
For how she tried, she couldn’t keep thoughts of him from tainting her subconscious.
Thoughts of pleasuring his every sense.
Of leaving him mad with desire..
Weak in euphoria.
Out of breath, words, and time.
She saw herself entwined with him in fit after fit of ecstacy.
Concealed behind innumerable needles of emerald.
Large, cool beads of water would collect on his back..
And slide in between the vertebrae before evaporating with a tiny, avid hiss.
She imagined wave after wave..
Until there were no more breaths left to heave.
Until no more words were needed.
Until they were reduced to nothing more than trembling masses of ardor.
Primal in all ways pure.
Though outside of her mind, their meetings were empty.
The passion and significance slowly disintegrated without reason or cause,
And everything grew frail; stunted as a plant refusing to grow.
A plant shielded form the sunlight she so desperately tried casting upon it..
How quickly it withered.
How painlessly it died,
and oh.. how little impact it left in the end..
With a tremendous pang in her fractured heart,
She realized he never felt the intensity of her adoration.
He never heard her voice singing from across the water.
Not once, had it ever pierced through the fog.
Not once, was he ever tempted to whisper the word love.
The heat of blood was suddenly cold and hard as silver.
The trill of laughter was suddenly nothing but the call of a distant raven.
The warmth coursing through her body was suddenly a curse.
To herself, she asked, “Why did I let myself love a shadow?
A shadow with no name..
A shadow who seized my heart,
And vanished as quickly as it came..”
Not a trace.
And what is left behind?
Regret and an empty glass of wine.